Captured And Claimed By The Mafia Don
I’d pulled out of her persistent attempts to make us bond, but she just kept coming back.
Further down, I’d added something for myself, reading romance novels. I’d intentionally chosen a mafia romance, thinking I might find some peace in it, Instead, it just irritated me. The characters were so infuriatingly smitten with each other, their lives somehow perfect despite the chaos. Unlike me, the female lead wasn’t kidnapped, dragged into a world she didn’t belong to.
I slammed the book shut and tossed it onto the bed. My irritation bubbled over, making me restless. I needed water, I decided, standing up and limping toward the kitchen. My ankle was still healing, and every step reminded me of t
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